Teasing

Vanessa de Sade

Description

Teasing is the tale of Amanda, who one day has a chance encounter with an older woman in a changing room. This leads to a long yet frustrated love affair between the two which spans several decades. Will Amanda's true desires ever be fulfilled? And how will she feel if they are?This erotic lesbian short story contains graphic depictions of sexually mature content and is therefore suitable only for an open-minded adult audience.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 21 août 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781789824056
• Langue: English

Extrait

Teasing
Vanessa de Sade




First published in 2020 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Vanessa de Sade
The right of Vanessa de Sade to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



Chapter One
They had first met several years before, crowded into a changing cubicle together in Amanda’s graduation year, the woman immaculate in a translucent waist slip and matching brassiere, her tiny breasts firm and white like poached plovers’ eggs, the skin on her long slender arms golden like sun on water, thick honey-brown hair worn shoulder-length and cut into a razor-like fringe with subtle highlights.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she had whispered without any hint of apology as she slid deftly in to Amanda’s booth in a cloud of freshly-applied Rive Gauche, her voice softly accented like some ebony-veiled femme fatale in an old Ealing drama, her giant monochrome image melting the hearts of millions in the comforting darkness of smokey Odeons the length and breadth of the country. “But it’s so crowded out there and I simply couldn’t wait to try this dress on.